24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
sudden acceleration
the silence after hiccups
the sense of weightlessness floating in a cool pool
being called sir
breath-stopping complete release orgasms
a negative test result
kitten nuzzles
thunder
an empty to do list
soft snores of my beloved
gender euphoria
the pulse slowing deep first hit
birdsong mimicking owl hoot
All right, I stood out above the clouds
I saw the sky it was like the evening
The sun reliving its color
Shining its golden radiant heat over the horizon
And its incident rays moving on the seas
Making the Blue turn violet
And the wind blew
Softly, slowly and lightly
Over my ears, brushing my hair
At the moment I knew
This was where I belong
Down by the riverside
With my feet in the soft sand
But,
Where are the trees?
Where are the lovely palm trees?
That dance to the breeze music
I can’t find them
Where am I?
As if in a mirage
My eyes readjusted
Getting used to the greyness
Staring at the blank space
From an empty wall of the unseen reality
What now what age
I don’t know
What nerve what ache?
I still don’t know
Instead,
My body felt the coldness
Over a flaming air conditioner
It’s time to wake up
My feet wobbled off.
Alas! I need caffeine
A place without decisions of where to end and begin because
the continuous perimeter of water embraces and erodes
gently holding, safely floating
There are two types of people:
(no, there are as many types as there are people)
The ones who leap without knowing
Where their feet will land and
(what kind of person really leaps without looking
we all need to see the ground lest we fall)
The ones who wander, trying it all, mixing
Knowledge from many spheres, building layers and
(this is what i’ve done since i was five
if i’m not the best at this how could I be good at anything)
It doesn’t matter which type you are.
You need both approaches to life, to see it anew.
(some people just aren’t a good match we are
too different to ever make each other happy)
People are confusing outside of types and
(emotions are wild and free and can’t be explained)
Spectacular in the way they differ
(i wish i could change but i can’t not love)
A smile can mean so many things
(the same way i have always loved)
Depending on who it’s from.
(if it makes you happy fight for it)
All types of people make mistakes,
(we are human, we are social)
None are better than any other.
(we are connected and that might be enough)
What matters most is happiness
(and i think we can manage that)
Yay this one came to me pretty quick! I think I could add more lines but I like where it is for a first draft.
Hour 2
Coffee and Change
“Here’s your 25 cents”
I take my quarter and wait
Coffee pouring from machines
And I think back to three years ago
I wouldn’t touch coffee too bitter
And I think back to three years ago
When I was maybe in love with someone
And I think back to three years ago
I didn’t know where life was going
And I think back
“Coffee for Rain”
Coffee is man’s bestfriend
Coffee is man’s comrade
It accompanies till the end
Won’t tire won’t get mad
Change is something needed
It happens every time
Like time it is created
To transpire with passing rhyme
Coffee and change are so inseparable
They go hand in hand
They come just in time
When things are not well when things are not fine
Coffee and change
my coffee and My change
My coffee will make my mood
Change will bring me food.
Welcome to the Island!
Ten sexy singles and a glittering pot of gold;
A chance at all your wildest dreams and never growing old.
Welcome to the Island!
Please don’t stray from the grounds –
There is a chance you might get lost, and ne’er again be found.
Welcome to the Island!
Now come and eat our food.
Sink with us into glamour and enchanting solitude.
Welcome to the Island!
You have signed away your names.
Now dance under our starlight, play our exquisite games.
Welcome to the Island!
No, please don’t hide away.
We have made a deal, remember? You do not have a say.
Welcome to the Island!
We hope you never leave,
For here you can be free from toil, and we so love to watch you grieve.
These days anything seems likely to happen–
Donne’s star would be caught and all
mandrakes declared parents.
Even now I kept hoping you would
finally be human—realize others bleed
and your myopathy healed.
But self is such a cruel master
and all the sacrificed years
flow like silt from the Nile
After springtime rains.
coffee and change ~
Portland
and the homeless encroach
like zombies
on the lucky
the ones who live
in houses in apartments
have homes
have families who still speak
have coffee
and change
we who have it do not fear it
but without the silver glint
of coins burnished through touch
coffee is a fragrant dream
which might reanimate
an hour
transmute a zombie shuffle
to at least a tentative step
I offer bills to a trembling hand
and pray for change
